<b>Grindelwald :</b> I could kill you right now if I wanted, Mr Graves.<p/><b>Graves :</b> Yeah? So could another human being.<p/><b>Graves :</b> So could a dog.<p/><b>Graves :</b> So could a dedicated duck.<p/><b>Graves :</b> You aren't special.<p/><b>Grindelwald :</b> <p/></p>
The thing about being somewhat of a “celebrity” is that everyone wants a piece of you. And being in the spotlight comes with the expectation that you owe your fans something in return for their support. Kent loves social media. He loves Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, all of it. Which makes it a little easier to fill that expectation, to give his fans something more than just goals and wins. It certainly makes it easier for him than it is for guys like Jack, who seem to break out in hives just thinking about social media.
Kent’s 1.4 million followers on Twitter, 1.2 million followers on Instagram (2.5 million when you combine his account with Kit’s) and over 800K followers on Snapchat make him one of the most followed athletes in the world. He’s by far the most followed hockey player, with more followers than some of the NHL teams themselves. He keeps all three running pretty well. Mainly because he enjoys it, he loves sharing his life with his fans.
hi—i'm here for the 'even more 7x12 discussion' group meeting? let's pore over it some more! after hours of study, i think my (current) fave part is after rick talks about "the two of us, you and me reordering thangs together" (*sob*) and michonne says that soft "yeah" and he smiles this small, tender, and proud ghost of a smile and it breaks me into precisely 712 pieces because riiiick! you angel. you gruff, no-ass having, utterly in love, fool of an angel. i just really love him, ashley. god.
“you angel. you gruff, no-ass having, utterly in love, fool of an angel.” I want this tattooed on my neck.
Okay, but somehow, I missed this in my 8430 viewings of this episode, but bless you for bringing it to my attention. Even though it makes me wanna cry, because the way he stares at her for a beat before the smile even starts to tug at his lips is just a little bit too much. And when he does smile, you see it in his eyes more than anything, and I’m not sure how he manages to express in this millisecond just how thankful he is for this woman. And I just adore that he’s so genuinely happy with her, and soft with her in a way that reminds me of his scenes with Judith. So thanks, show, and more specifically, Andy Lincoln, for allowing this hardened soul to be so unabashedly affectionate. And for saving such tender moments for the love(s) of his life.
Adrien snorted and waved away Nino’s hand that was curling a piece of Adrien’s hair in between his fingers. “I’m pretty sure most boys don’t want to hear that they’re pretty.”
“Yeah, but dude, you are,” Nino insisted, “like you’ve got that whole clear skin, fresh faced, high cheekbones, amazing hair, and bright eyes thing going on. Like you are freakin’ pretty, it is so hard for a dude to be pretty and you’re pretty.”
Adrien laughed when Nino pulled out his phone and took a picture of him so that he could “document this discovery for posterity.” “In that case, I’ll do my best to come to school looking pretty for you.”
shush you all need adrinino to cleanse your souls, you’re welcome
“You got this, moony!” James encouraged eagerly, shoving his friend’s shoulder.
“Yeah, just act cool and ask her out to Hogsmeade on Saturday! Piece of cake!” Sirius nodded, grinning widely.
Unlike his friends, Remus didn’t feel as confident approaching a girl he fancied - especially when he genuinely liked her and wouldn’t want to ruin a friendship between them. (Y/N), though, there was something about her that just made Remus’s heart race and his hands go all clammy. It was embarrassing, really, but everyone was just waiting for him to finally pluck up the courage and ask you out on a date.
“(Y/N)’s coming in now!” Peter said, pointing to the portrait hole where you and one of your friends were walking through. James and Sirius both began shoving at Remus’s back, pushing him towards where you were standing with your back turned, completely oblivious to the situation.
“You got this!” James said once more before him, Sirius and Peter attempted to ‘disappear’ but still watch Remus’s attempt at asking you out.
Remus, clammy hands and all, got the courage to clear his throat so you’d turn around but unfortunately, that was the only noise he could make.
“Everything alright, Remus?” you asked, your eyebrows furrowed in a worried sort of way and Remus was cursing himself because he just didn’t seem to be able to talk. From behind you, a few of your friends were giggling knowingly and he began to think he was going to pass out.
“Go on! Ask her out already!” Sirius yelled from the other side of the room, Remus’s face turning a deep shade of red and he noticed your cheeks turning slightly pink too.
“Were you going to ask me out on a date?” you asked, Remus thanking to Merlin that he could function enough to nod his head, “if I say yes will you talk to me on the date or will I need to get Sirius to come along and interpret?”
“No!” Remus said just a little too quickly, “I mean, yes, I will talk to you but - but we don’t Sirius there - do you still want to go on a date with me?”
You smiled, “of course I still want to go on a date with you.”
plot where MUSE A has just had her heart ripped apart by her boyfriend of eight years, who has not only cheated on her but left her for the other woman. devastated, she is forced to move back home with her family and rebuild the fragments of her life she’s been left with. one day whilst walking around town, she bumps into MUSE B, someone who was in the year above her at school and went out with tons of girls. they weren’t really friends but they used to have a little thing for each other. basically he wants to catch up with her and go out for some lunch and he’s instantly captivated by her like wow, how could this guy have let her go?? but yeah MUSE B has to slowly pick up the pieces of MUSE A bc she’s still completely hung up and in love with her ex. like she’s such a fragile little thing that is now riddled with trust issues and needs protecting and he is just raring to jump in and be with her but he has to wait for once his life and yes. PLEASE.
A friend visited me yesterday, and after he got out of the loo he said “Damn I didn’t know you were so much into auras and all the rest of this stuff. That’s a really cute crystal, unobtrusively placed in the corner of the mirror in the loo.”
I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I didn’t even put it there, my father did some 15 years back when he installed the mirror over the sink in the loo, because the mirror had a crack and he wanted to mask it. And that it’s not even a crystal, it’s a piece of grey granite that father had as a material sample and it was just lying around the house for ages.
So I just nodded and went along with it, all “yeah well you’re vulnerable in there, you know.”
Title: Pinkies Never Lie Rating: Explicit Word Count: 83616words Status: Complete Summary: “I just think if we’re both into it and neither of us is
looking for something serious, why not?” Harry asks, eyes soft and voice sweet.
He pauses and gives Louis a moment or two to answer.
There are countless reasons why Louis shouldn’t agree to
this, but in the end, none of them really matter. This will end with Louis in
pieces, but he’s been in love with Harry for four years. There was only ever
“Yeah,” Louis answers finally, hoping his voice sounds
normal. “Why not?”
AU in which Louis
hates his job and loves Harry, Harry just wants a distraction, everyone else
wants them to get their shit together, and Louis learns the hard way that new
beginnings are only possible when something ends.
I work in a seafood department in a grocery store by the name of Scwhole Schfoods. What we have in the case is what you pay for and THEN we can trim it to what you want.
During the holiday season an older man came in and asked for a piece of swordfish but with the bloodline cut out and the skin off. Sure, no problem.
So I weigh it up and start to cut it and he’s like, ‘wait I have to pay for it?’ So I say, 'yeah we weigh up what you get, and then we can trim it to what you want.’ Then he goes, 'but the other guys do it for me all the time.’
So at this point, my manager steps in and tells him, 'I’m sorry sir, you got lucky last time but it’s our company policy to weigh up the product before we cut it.’
The guy goes, 'well where is it written that it’s a policy?’
My manager couldn’t handle the stupidity and walked away without saying anything else because he was just that angry. Like, dude, it’s not written anywhere that you have to pay for your groceries either but that’s a company policy.
Phil had had crushes before; of course he had, he was a teenage boy.
But any jolt, and excitement he might have felt around any of them, none of it compared to what he was feeling right now.
His heart sped up, and he gripped the piece of paper in his hand, feeling the edges dig into his skin.
He quickly set it down on the desk, scribbling the words he wanted to say with a shaky hand.
‘Yeah… hope that’s not creepy. I’m Phil’
He added a smiley face for good measure, and turned back to the window.
Dan was back to reading, but every now and then he’d look up, his chocolate eyes searching for… something. Phil grinned.
He mimicked the throw that had worked before, and watched this time.
The airplane swooped, slicing through the air, doing a sort of messy flip before sliding to a halt on Dan’s porch. Dan looked up immediately, and Phil swore his face lit up.
He watched as the boy fell to his knees in front of it, unfolding it quickly, his bright eyes soaking in the words. He pulled a small black pen out of his pocket, and started writing.
Phil saw the balcony door slide open before Dan did, and for a second, he thought to warn him.
A woman stepped out next to him, in heels that must hurt her feet and a navy blue business suit, her hair black and wavy, falling over her shoulders like a blanket. She tapped him on the shoulder, and he quickly hid the paper airplane from view.
Was he not allowed to talk to strangers…?
Phil couldn’t hear what they were saying, but that didn’t stop him from trying. He could only catch words at a time, a soft mumble from here.
“Your father… dinner… her family… daughter…”
Dan rolled his eyes.
“Stephanie… don’t… please… home…?”
The woman crossed her arms, and shook her head, looking strict. Dan sighed.
He held out a finger, as if to say, one more second, I’m talking to my future husband, and she nodded slowly, leaving the balcony.
Dan quickly folded the airplane back up after scribbling something else, his tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth. He was adorable. God, Phil, keep it together.
Dan threw the airplane, hard, before standing up and running inside, the door slamming behind him.
Phil watched as the airplane flipped and twirled, the nose pointing downward, and slicing to the ground. Phil cursed, spinning around and sprinting to his door.
He ran down the stairs two at a time, his feet thumping on the wood.
He jogged around his house, to where the gap between Dan and his houses were.
He located the small paper in a matter of seconds, leaning over to snatch it up, unfolding it.
'i’m dan :) nice to meet you x
text me ??’
Underneath it was a messily written phone number, and a grin tugged at the corners of Phil’s lips.
Underneath that was an added; 'ps: my step mum is a bitch.’
Phil was too scared to text him. Screw that; he was terrified.
Dan wanted to talk… even just thinking that send a giddy jolt of energy through his whole body.
He was a ball of joy for the next week.
“Lester!” Someone shouted from the other side of the field; Phil’s head shot up. “Pay attention, or you’re off this damn team!”
Phil grinned. His coach was the loud type of person, the type that shouted about everything. He yelled at them a lot, for the smallest things, but Phil knew he loved all of them. Especially him.
Phil was his favorite, and they all knew it.
“Coach, I think he’s in love!” Another boy shouted, his name was PJ, and a couple of the others snickered. Phil flipped him off.
It was just teasing; he knew it was. His football team was like a little family for him, most of them meant more to him than anyone else at this school.
“Lester, get over here!”
A bunch of the boys whistled, and one of them shouted; 'oh shit, Phil’s in trouble!’ But he rolled his eyes and ignored them. Idiots.
He jogged over to where the coach was standing, on the sidelines.
He was a sturdy man, maybe in his forties, and he held himself like a god. Like he was standing on top of the world, and all of us were just ants under his feet.
“Yeah, sir?” Phil asked, running his fingers through his messy, slightly sweaty hair.
“Do the boys got it right?” He asked, smacking his gum and smirking, raising an eyebrow. “Does some lucky fella got your head in the clouds?” He jabbed at Phil’s forehead to emphasize.
Christ, even his football coach knew his preference for boys.
Phil rolled his eyes.
“Kinda,” he mumbled, scratching at the back of his neck. “Sorry, coach, I’ll pay better attention.”
“That’s damn right you will.” He raised both eyebrows, a new record. Phil chuckled to himself. About a month ago, the principal had informed coach he wasn’t allowed to curse. Damn was about the only thing he was allowed to say, so he used it every other sentence. “Now listen to me, Lester. Does this lad of yours watch our games?”
Phil thought about that one, furrowing his eyebrows. Did Dan watch the games…?
Yeah, yeah he did. Phil had seen him lurking in the crowd before, watching over people’s shoulders and sketching something in his notebook, or reading. He didn’t pay much attention, but he was there.
Phil nodded. “He does.”
“Then don’t make a fool of yourself in front of him, you understand me?” The man grinned, patting Phil on the shoulder. “Impress him for me. At least kick the damn ball, and quit daydreaming. No one wants a guy who can’t focus his attention. They want someone grounded. Ya hear me?”
Well you don’t know Dan, Phil thought. Dan always had his head in the clouds; maybe he would want someone like that. But Phil nodded anyways.
“Yes sir. Loud and clear.”
The man smiled at him. “Good. Now get out there, and make your team proud.”
I'm sure Dean/Chuck parallels have been drawn already w/ the pieces of exploded Cas/siren clinging to them stuff (&we all know Cas is Dean's siren ;) ), but I wanted to point out how big of an asshole Chuck was in that moment bc it hit me looking at gifs that, horrible & funny in a terrible way as that moment was, what I can't forgive is Chuck being like ''I dunno, I guess" or smth similar when asked if Cas is dead, I BET he was still undecided whether or not he was gonna bring him back, BOO!!
God, yeah. (probably the wrong turn of phrase when I’m side-eyeing God the character :P)
It’s always interested me that Cas has no timeline for his resurrection there. He seems to know that Sam and Dean are alive and how that happened but then he might have just been brought back and been fighting angels ever since, trying to get to them sooner - not like he booped into existence moments before he starts fucking shit up on screen (although tbh what a resurrection if his first moment IS him just showing up and stabbing someone :P)
But no… Knowing Chuck IS God for definites, it seems in the fandom to be a sort of consensus that he decides Cas is worth resurrecting after 4x22… but what if he was going to let that be a big heroic sacrifice and everything continues on its merry (tragic) way, but then Dean doesn’t do what he expects - he grabs a car, and immediately drives miles in the wrong direction BACK to Chuck’s house to see what happened to Cas as a first priority, and then is visibly devastated when all that happens. Like, he doesn’t care if Chuck is alive or not and since Chuck’s protected by Raphael Dean would have no reason to think he wouldn’t be - that was all back tracking to see if Cas was okay, and he doesn’t even ask Chuck for any advice/prophecy/whatever, so Chuck has to go send Becky after them when they don’t even use him for plot purposes. And then there’s “learned that from my friend Cas” to Zach…
Maybe Chuck realises there that they’re A: really going to be in with a shot at resisting his story (I think 4x18 was a test too because it’s like a microcosm of season 5 and they win, so he’s already sort of seeing if they’re up to it) but B: they’re going to need Cas. Or, Dean is. He saw in 4x22 (and 4x18) that Cas could use free will and would pick humanity… I guess in 5x01 he sees Dean genuinely cares and learns from Cas… And he changes his own story just a little to see what else they can do together.
I mean he kinda sucks as God but he does ship it hard :P
“Please be careful love.” Tom urged as you walked into a small puddle by the fridge. He escorted you out of the kitchen and walked back tto clean the mess up. “Tom I’m fine.” You laughed.
“I don’t want you or my child getting hurt.” He walked back over to you and kissed your lips. “I’m so excited to find out the sex.” You sighed, rubbing your belly. “I think it’s a boy.” He grinned handing you a plate of food. “Oh yeah it’s definitely a boy.” You said sarcastically.
You looked at your plate and frowned, “Hon, I’m not a rabbit. You could’ve at least put a piece of chicken up there.” You said looking at his plate. HE sighed and slide his piece onto your plate. You smiled, “Thanks.”
“Yeah, yeah whatever. Did you take your vitamins?” He asked walking back into the kitchen. “Shoot, not today I forgot.”
“You can’t keep forgetting babe. We want this one-” He stopped and saw your face change. You stared at your plate and felt tears welling in your eyes. He ran back over to you, “Baby, I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine. You’re right. I need my vitamins.”
“So does this dress look alright. I mean with the baby and everything. I feel like I look like a beet.” You said observing yourself in the mirror. “You look wonderful.” He said holding your hand. “You’re not wearing those heels are you?” He asked. “Only for a bit.” You shrugged. “Fine. Just be careful.” You two were on the way to a Christmas party.
You mixed and mingled and reluctantly asked questions. “So did you find out the sex yet?” Chrissy asked. “No, not yet. We find out in a couple days.” You grinned. “Maybe this one will be a girl.” She said. Your heart dropped and you looked at her. She gasped and tried to apologize “I’m so sorry Y/N!”
“Forget it.” You stormed off and ran to the bathroom. You splashed cold water on your face to hide the tears and looked down at your belly. You pressed your hand careful against it and cooed, “It’s alright baby! Momma’s here.”
After recollecting yourself you walked back into the crowd and felt familar hands wrap around your waist. “How’s my girl?” He whispered in your ear. “I’m doing fine.”
“Not you.” He said. You turned around and looked at him. “Excuse you?” “I’m talking about the baby.”
“Oh so now you think it’s a girl?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled. “Eh.” He smiled and pecked you on the lips.
So a common Star Wars fic trope is “Someone(s) post-Order 66 and the rise of the Empire goes back in time to before all that went down.” And that’s a good, fun trope. The thing is, usually it’s someone who has an idea of What Went Down. It’s Obi-Wan showing up 25 years old again and “Yo, Master Jinn, there’s gonna be a Sith Apprentice on Naboo and also the Force had a baby and he’s 9 on Tatooine. And oh yeah Chancellor Palpatine is Darth Sidious.”
I sort of want to do one of Ezra getting sent back in time to The Clone Wars because Ezra don’t know shit. He’s got a few bits and pieces (Kanan confessing about the clone troopers turning on the Jedi, Grand Inquisitor saying that Kanan’s master was Depa Billaba.) He’s weirdly trained, some of what he’s saying is going to appear to be really wrong (Master Billaba obviously has no padawan named Kanan Jarrus, there’s not even a youngling named that) He’s talking about Maul even though depending on the time period he gets sent to he may or may not be around yet. Also Hera is a 7 year old on Ryloth and ‘Ezra’ hasn’t even been born yet and temporal paradoxes are terrifying.
No clue if I’ll write it because I always have more than enough to keep me busy, but I still like the idea.
“…when I moved to Los Angeles to pursue an acting career. I got a call and they
said, “Listen, remember my friend Tobe, yadda-yadda, he just made this
film, and he wants to talk to you.” So I talked to Tobe, and he had no
money. He said, “I need a favor.” And I said, “Yeah, I’d be happy to.” I
was a DJ in the ‘60s, so I had already worked with my voice. A lot of
people knew that I at least had decent chops when it came to speaking
the English language.”
“ I went into a studio, saw the piece of paper, read
it for him, recorded it, said adios, he gave me a joint, I think as
payment, and that was that.“ - John Larroquette on providing the narration work on The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Prompto has lots of experience with self doubt, which makes him great at detecting it and responding to it. Here’s some ways he would comfort his s/o:
-Post it notes with “reasons I love you” around the house
-Surprise kisses and hugs
-Pictures of his s/o that he brought to mind when writing post it notes taped above them
-Kissing every inch of his s/o’s face as he lists all of the things he loves about them most
-Pulling his s/o into long hugs and not letting go
-Less bitching about fighting and more puns
-He will buy anything and everything he thinks his s/o like to gift them
-Like that piece of candy? Here’s 3000 pieces
-Like my vest? Take my vest.
-Oh you want a teddy bear? Yeah I’m gonna go win you one babe I gotchu
-He won’t let his s/o’s hand go and keeps starring at them like they’re the holy grail
-Babe you are a blessing, I love you so much.
-Kisses before bed all over his s/o’s face
I really love the fact that Key can be as diva and sassy with other people for fun/as a character or whatever but when he is with Taemin he becomes the sweetest ball of fluff like a big brother who is just SO in love with his little brother?? Like yeah he wants to be a fashion designer and stuff and he going serious about it but what was that? Taemin wants to cut a piece of my shirt? You can cut as much as you want sweetie have fun and be careful with the scissors love u CORRECT ME IF IM WRONG.